please, look at me.
look at me in every way that love feels,
then peer into me as if you are meeting
a candle light to blow its heat.
     i promise i won't speak unless you need me to,
so look at me in every possible way
if it helps you see me better.

deep in your gaze,
mesh me in every memory that makes you cry
     for i am a home for dark things too.
your every spill cannot flood
the vast space of my nothingness.
     i have all the room in the world
     to take in every version of you.

She thanked me
for teaching her
to love herself again
when the only reason
I loved myself
was because of her

-em vidar

I watched her through my glass door and my watery eyes
As she walked away from my porch
And got into her truck,
As she sweetly yet sadly smiled and waved
Before backing out of my driveway
Onto the dimly-lit night road.
I could still feel the soft kiss upon my lips she left me with;
I could still hear her voice in the truck singing some song about loving me until her dying day;
I could still see her eyes:
A sea of love;
An ocean of reassurance.
My love, everything will be okay.
I'll see you again when the colors change.

I'd like to say hi
To all you I haven't met;
I really can't wait.